Italian Bean Soup
On this cold blustery day, I have several tantalizing choices about what to do with my time. When the weather outside is miserable, its soup time, and today I’m making an Italian bean soup for our lunch. I don’t usually post photos of what I fix for our lunch (we eat our big meal at breakfast or in the middle of the day), but this soup is so pretty, I couldn’t resist.
Yesterday, I made my first Pad Tai, which actually looked like the photo in the newspaper, and amazingly tasted good. However, we ate it before I remembered to take a photo. Slowly, slowly, I am adding Asian style cookery to my repertoire.
So many spices and so many herbs and vegetables untried by me. I absolutely love spices. Mom used to give me her expired spice bottles, and I used them in the mud pies, I ‘baked’ in my playhouse.
Did I ever tell you about the playhouse Dad built for me and my sister? One of the benefits of being the lumber broker, which he eventually became, was Dad always had piles of lumber from somewhere. He brought home planks and planks of the stuff.
Dad was quite the carpenter and made many items of furniture for our home. At the first house they owned, he turned a side porch into a dining area off our kitchen, and paneled the interior walls with solid pine. At the second and last house they bought, he restored the oak flooring in the old *Antebellum* house, reconstructed the bathrooms, and repaired the double fireplace and rooms throughout the house. I was his helper until I left home at barely 17.
Over the years and the many moves our family made, he used some of the rougher lumber to build several playhouses, the last one at the first house they owned, had running water. He also constructed a teeter-totter/merry-go-round, and a swing set with two swings, and a trapeze he made from wood blocks, pipe and chains. With every move he disassembled the “playground’ equipment and then set it up set it up at next house, along with fencing to keep us kids and our dogs contained when we were younger. At one point, we took some of his lumber stash and built a tree fort in the woods behind our house.
Me with Thumper, Garandpa S. and Mike. The outdoor rabbit hutches Dad built are behind us.
I don’t know how I got here. I was writing about soup, but I am easily distracted, as you see.
Oh yes choices. I can read the Anne Cleeves mystery I am enjoying, a nice reading break having finished the 600-page Empire of Cotton, or I can crochet, or I can write a post. As you see, I am doing the latter. I also have work on my massive tree and several puzzles calling to me. All selfish enterprises no doubt, but what the hey, that’s what being older and past your sell-buy date is about. After a lifetime of ‘doing for others, it’s time for some self-indulgence.
I check periodically to see if I am feeling guilty. No, not yet.
*Antebellum* Latin for “Before the War.” Although this was after WWII, in the South this expression meant before the ‘War Between the States.’